She Was Calling Me

In my dreams I heard a loud fierce noise, it sounded like that of a girl. The weeping sound, may be someone was asking me for help. The loud noise asking to save her. The voice that could only be spoken in the hardest of the pains. The voice that continues to cry. The voice that seemed to be spoken under pressure. I kept shouting where are you? Who are you? What's wrong with you? Let me help you. Tell me, what help you need? I'll do my best to help you. But, the only thing that returned was the same utter fearful voice.

I was sweating in fear for what's happening to that someone. Why is there none around to help her?

At one point I told her to help herself. But, then it felt like she must be alone and would not be able to help herself and that's the reason asking for help.

I was dying to help that someone who was a complete stranger, impatient to know where that someone is.After about 10 minutes, the voice was so loud at once and then it stopped. I tried to hear it with a pin drop silence and not even the breathe of her was heard.

I was afraid if something would have happened to her? But, then thought she would have gathered courage to fight. I could not find her anywhere, not her voice too.

Who was she? I woke up asking myself.

Was it someone really in need? Why was I not able to help her? Why was she asking me for help? Why not someone else?

I thought for a while and slowly I recollected everything. I recollected that I spoke to her. I saw her face. I recollected that the voice was none other than mine. I was asking for help from myself. I recollected that I was getting raped and I was asking help from myself. Because I knew there was no one else to help me. I was trying my best with all the efforts, But, they were too strong that I was incapable at that time to fight back, I gave up. I stopped asking for help. That moment, it felt like it was all over.